[Verse One]I get crooked when I, hang with G's like SwoopAnd at times, I'm doing shit that I know I shouldn't doMy mama told me one thing the first day I was bornShe said "I love you baby", I said, "Damn my life is torn"I'm taking photographic pictures of deathWalking the streets, screaming last circleLike I'm the last one leftAnd if I do die God can you promise me this?Tell my nephew, that I died the fuckin' realestWelcome back to the life that never gave me muchAnd when I do die, I want my homies keepin' in touchForget about the beefs we often had, and muthafuck the policeThrow off your green and blue flags and representNigga, verbally I kill on sight, I pray to God cause I hope I don't die tonightBut then I might, so I choose to do things, that I might not doBustin' my guns and fuck a curfew

[Verse Two]I got the world ass-hyped, one of the homies got mashed onPlus I'm outta town, witta Hallowe'en mask on and blasted on 'emNever forgive without apology, I'm on the phoneCall us some niggas that come to robbery, it's hard to seeHow life feel with much turmoil, I'm sippin' Crown Royal when I rideTo make my blood boil, I'm tryna scrawlAny niggas probly with a passion I'm askingonly one time, before I shoot who done it?Alla sudden, somebody pulled a technical foul, know it's wildBecause we just might have to murder the childOr at times, nobody knows, I wonder will I wake up, only God knowsToo much pressure, I'm sittin' by the dock of the bayPumpin the doobie, when you do it's gon' be okayLet's get our money nigga, show 'em how the South rideYou know we only live, so we all gotta die

[Verse Three]I gotta holla at Dee Marcus, Lauren Hurway, and RoscoesSome hoes of mine who died, in this world fulla scandalous hoesR & R, from stunt to stunt just out to smoke a free-free,I wish that y'all can see that I grown to be an O' GAnd Michael, Kyle, playa, Big Red, and homie R.JohnayIt's my duty to put it down for y'all until my dying dayCause crime pays, and at times, push my homeboys downAnd funeral homes, watchin' all they families cryin'I can't stand it, how politics are killin' each otherIt wasn't meant for the east and west coast to be fight each otherBut it's too late nigga to turn back, so you grab your strap and cock backNigga, where else you at? (go go go)I'm representing til your casket dropsI remember the days when my niggawalking through and get shot by these punk ass copsAnd please just understand my lifestyleI came from a broken home so I can never smile